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 Jul 2020
John McCove
Hushed whispering in my head
Slammed it into a wall
No regrets
Of being mad
Of being led to yawning chasm
With sizzling heat and fuss
And iced black coffee
With no sugar
And cigarettes Saigon
 Jul 2020
John McCove
Guiding light
Tender is the night
Coffee is black
Milk is white
Shall we still mix it?

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